Robyn stripped quickly in their bedroom, running their hands down their muscular torso, feeling the wetness of their vagina. Jackson's cock felt like it would fit just fine in their own ass, but they also needed to fuck his. That was where the drawer of toys came in handy, and Robyn selected a nicely shaped, vibrating, strap-on, along with some lube. As they placed them on the nightstand, they heard Jackson enter behind t...

Jackson fumbled with the lock on the bathroom door, not realising in his haste that it hadn't quite slid closed. Turning to the toilet, he put down the lid and sat, pulling out his phone and putting in some earbuds as he hunted for some good FTM porn. He'd come in to work today, on a new assignment to assist someone cataloguing a library of old books, and one look at his temporary boss had told him he was in trouble. He h...

Rose waddled her way to her car after having waved goodbye to her book club buddies. Starting up the 1987 Honda Civic that put-put-puttered its way home, running on E and in need of power steering fluid, she muttered a prayer that it got her back to her squished duplex on the lower side of downtown. The last thing she needed was to be stranded in this blistering summer heat. Arriving home, she took the keys out of her pur...

Having just gotten out of a relationship, I certainly wasn't planning to meet anyone new at my friend's party. Dax had invited me in the hopes that it would cheer me up, and I decided it wouldn't hurt to make an appearance. By the time I arrived at eight that Saturday evening, his small house was filled with people. "Tristan!" Dax greeted me with a grin and a clap on the back. "I'm glad you showed. Let me get you a beer."...

A few days after I introduced Aidan to Matt, I was still embarrassed about a little faux pas. Whenever I was naked with Matt in the changing room and nobody else was around, I would lean in and joke, ‘Nice penis,’ in a theatrical whisper. He would roll back his foreskin to reveal his small purple head and say, ‘Thanks, I grew it myself.’ Then I absentmindedly said it while we were drying off with Matt. The moment it was o...

“Sir? You told me when someone named Ameline called to come get you? I know you’re in the middle of the meeting but you said she’d only call if it was urgent and--” “Thank you. You are exactly right. Please pardon me for a few moments, gentlemen, I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” CEO Günter Midas Schuler excused himself to his corner office and picked up the phone. “Yes?” “Sir?” Hearing her voice on the other line...

After some time of doing shitty zero-hour contract jobs and a few other things, I managed to get a job interview at the very recruitment agency I had been attached to. It would be a pretty simple job, ring up people in the morning, give them a time and location, and see if they wanted the riveting job in a factory or a warehouse. I had only just come out, as I found out I'm XXY, so my natural tits were growing in but I ha...

The smoke swirled up into the air as the two women stood on the balcony of the penthouse, where the wake was being held. “He was quiet when he fucked you. Right to the end. And then he…” “Made a soft adorable moan in your ear, right when he came.” “Yeah.” “And sometimes, he drooled a little bit and his body shook.” “If he came hard, yeah. But always so quiet, I could barely hear him breathing or anything.” “Yes. I sometim...

Dear Pussy, Does it bother you that I sometimes call you a cock? Do you feel misgendered?? Or do you feel seen as the penetrating power you can sometimes be?? Dear Pussy, Is the reason why you are so wet all the time because you’re crying? I imagine it must be so lonely. If my heart feels lonely, you must feel it too, right? I wish I could find someone worthy of us, my Power, I truly do. Dear Pussy, I wonder, what other w...

For someone who hated gym class in school, I’d developed a surprising affinity for swimming during my first year at university. Entering my second year after the summer break, I stopped by the campus pool, eager to step back into the water. My return coincided with the end of a major overhaul of the locker rooms. I only had to follow the smell of fresh paint and traces of sawdust. As anticipated, it was much larger. Brand...

Being an escort in this day and age is hard work. It’s even harder when a meteor hits the planet and takes out most of the fuckable population. But what is a slut to do? You make yourself sexy and sell that ass, cos what else is there to do? Clean up the rubbish from destroyed buildings? Go through other wreckage and pick through them like a fucking vulture? No fucking way. The way I see it, this planet is on the shortlis...

… he says. It’s been a strange week. October is always a bit weird – neither summer nor winter, it’s that liminal month between the joys of sunshine and the dense, dark rituals of year’s end. This one is relatively mild, but at the office on Thursday, it rained so hard water squirted through a closed sash window. I picked up the phone, pretended to dial, and then said, “God? It’s Kelly. Yes, that one.” I winked at everyon...

Part 2: The Mezzanine In a normal theater, the mezzanine can be one of two things. One can be found in a grand opera house with multiple levels of seating and rococo interior. There, the mezzanine is the balcony sandwiched between the first and third levels. Often fancy people in fancy dress visit the opera with monocle in hand to listen to sweet notes of music in German or French. The other mezzanine refers to the front...

Part 1: The Foyer Violet stared absently at her coffee. Black. The calming aroma of the small riverside cafe did little to smooth her nerves. She took a sip. Bitter. Usually Violet limited her caffeine intake in the evening, but tonight she would be needing the energy. Across from her, Alice nursed a latte. Extra sugar. "I don't know if I can do this." Violet couldn't tell if she was shaking from anxiety or coffee. "You o...